When time is gone
As I sit in math,
I try to settle myself on one thought.
But nothing seems to be more important.
I try to find an escape from the reality, but nothing seems to be in reach.
Physically and mentally exhauasted from collision.
Time keeps passing by and I never get to really reflect.
When will I learn to cope with myself,
When I keep giving up and letting myself down.
How long will I learn to strong?
Who will teach me the right path?
Myself of course, if I wasn't so scared.
This poem is about:
Me